My quite unexpected post, since it hasnt been that long since my last post! As usual lots of random things running through my head. Be forwarned I am in a bit of a whiny mood. I want to dance seriously again. The pull of the music and the rhythm of Kathak becomes very strong in me sometimes. I really hope I can do some serious dancing when I go to India this summer. I dont think of myself as an excellent dancer, I think of myself as someone who could have been an ecellent professional dancer, had I not made the choice I made to do psychology instead of a BA in dance. I had considered it. I had thought of it as a career. Brain won over brawn and I decided to dance as a hobby instead. Now the taals and the bols grow faint. I dont remmeber a lot of what I used to know. I however do get pulled into dancing frequently for India nights and stuff and I do it gladly. Nobody usually pulls me, I get pulled all on its own. Fusion kathak is becoming something I really want to try my hand at! And I will, as soon as I can find someone who would know the other end that I want to fuse it with.
If you like fusion music atall, Shakti was a great band and I have their stuff and very often I end up dancing to it in the bedroom and I even workout to it. Its pretty amazing stuff. Jazz + Classical Indian( hindustani and karnatic).
Spring is on the way and my heart wants to sing and dance (however, people insist that I dont sing, and for their mental health i usually desist from it. The ex is sort of in the picture again and my heart and head are doing seperate dances. The head is doing the avoidance dance saying, he is an ass who is a commimentophobe and you dont need that crap. The heart, however, has it own rhythm and this tune is irresistable. Sigh, prooves yet again that I am a glutton for punishment. Talking of punishment, whenever I look around in the spinning class, gluttons for punishment is all I see, whooping because the Heart Rate is hitting max, a sign of normal behavior it is not.
My whining is about how long I have been here in the little apple. I am beginning to sound like a broken record an old vinyl one at that. I talk about people who noone remembers or knows. I remember concerts that these people never saw happen. I miss people and the heydays of our SABHA glory. I miss my roomies, who were amazing people with whom I shared much. We did fight and had our share of ughs but on the whole we rubbed along pretty well. Being an only child, I have had no experience of sharing clothes and jwellery and we did all that and played dress up before interviews and presentations. We loved it. Now they have been gone from manhattan for 2 years and i have a fierce longing for their company and some of our fun times, like breaking the couch (rather raggedy one) because we were laughing too hard. You only know how amazing things were once they are gone. Maybe things will get better but currently doesnt seem like it.
Basically I can blame it all on spring. It does something to me, something a little crazy and dangerous. All that sunshine and rain, make me want to be very very free and very very crazy, so if you are around me beware, anything can happen. Very apt: Aaj mausam bada beimaan hai…
Adios! More when the mood strikes.. Now that the medicine for blog consti has been had, I will post more regularly 😉
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